There are days when my thoughts and my ability to speak – clearly, that is, to articulate what I want to say – are out of sync. On the receiving end of my ramblings are patient, encouraging nods. Chins jut out further, closer to me, the longer I swerve recklessly through traffic, missing exits, holding on for dear life, hoping I make it to my final destination in one piece. Blind faith evaporates from the eyes opposite mine, replaced by a cautionary fear. We both heard it, the drawbridge creak up ahead, but I’m still a mile away. Keep speeding and crash, or try again tomorrow.
Days like today frustrate me. Simple lack of concentration. My mind, it’s supposed to stay in its cage during work hours. I’m the lenient parent picking up the delinquent child from detention. Clearly this was learned at home. None of the other students act this way.
Right, we’re working on that.
No, I do not intend to apologize. My mind is going through a growth spurt.